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First things first the disclaimers: This is entirely a work of fiction and nothing more. With respect given to the copy write owners of Digimon the anime series and assorted books etc. In addition, I would like to thank all of the writers out there on the net, especially Rena Tamer whose stories were my inspiration. And to all those others I have read in the last six months and those I might read in the future, Thanks for inspiring me to write again. And lastly I need to think my wife and her editing skills, without her this story would have never reached the internet.

This is my first try at writing a Digimon lemon so be kind with the critique. Notice this story involves mature concepts and adult situations, graphic sexual situations, language, violence, blood, death(not in yiff) and it's not recommended for those under the age of 18. Some (a lot) of yiff, for those of us that don't understand the rest of what I just said...lol...

The Silver Renomon Series

By Howard Hilmer-Tyson aka wolf421

Editor Diana Hilmer-Tyson aka Landy Shandi

Prolog:

My name Kithira or just Kit for short; and I'm a Digimon. My tale begins in the digital world many years after the epic battles of the digidestined in Japan. While peace reigned in the real world our battles in the digital world continued.

NOVA BLAST!

Greymon shouts in the distance; bringing me out of my revere. From my spot on a hill almost a digimile away I watch in horror as greymon's nova blast attack lights up the pre-dawn sky of the digital world. In the blink of an eye I'm running to the village, the sound of Greymon's nova blast reaches my ears again and again to quickly to be just one. As I top the last hill I see five greymon's closing in destroying the buildings of the village as they go. The sound of Digimon screaming in terror reaches my ears, also the scream of attacks being launched against the Greymon.

"My mate and cub are in that village!"

Anger and rage course through my being fueling my speed as I charged the nearest Greymon from behind. Leaping into the air above him,

"DIAMOND STORM!"

I shout releasing my most powerful attack point blank into his back, he is completely defenseless.

The arc of my leap carries me over him, looking down I see his data begin to scatter on the digiwind. No time to collect his data; my mate and cub need me! I hit the ground running to the village. As I enter the village a digiwind hits me in the face, there's data on the wind. My body begins to glow as it absorbs the data, power courses through me, and my speed increases. Hoping against hope, I race through the village looking for any sign of my mate and cub. The village is in ruins, whole buildings and Digimon gone in a flash, their data scattered on the wind. So intent on my purpose I failed to keep tract of the attacking Greymon when a nova blast sends me flying into the ruins of a building. Regaining my feet quickly, I dive out of one of the windows back into the street as a second nova blast hits the building behind me. Moving with the quickness of my kind I leap from building to building looking for my attacker. Through the smoke and dust I see the light of the nova blast in greymon's mouth just as he starts to release it.

" Ah, there you are!" I say to myself and leap high into the air.

As I go up the nova blast hits what's left of the building next to the one I was just on. At the top of my leap, I launch my attack.

"Diamond Storm!" I shout.

I twist my body in midair to keep him in sight as I drop onto another roof. As I land I hear

"Firewall!" Bellows the Greymon.

Looking in his direction, I see him block the brunt of my attack.

"Is that all you got runt?" He shouts at me, as he charges to attack.

I dodge left then right hopping from street to wall and then leap

"Rapid Kick" I shout aiming for his jaw.

He ducks under me and shouts "Great Horn Attack!"

I twist my body hoping to dodge his attack; I watch in horror as his head comes up the huge horn leading the way pain courses through my body as the sound of bones breaking reaches my ears and sends me flying. My vision goes black from the pain,

"Nova Blast" I dimly register him shout.

My body is wracked with pain unlike I have ever felt. The heat is intense and the smell of burning fur, my fur, hits my nose. I hit the ground the sound of more bones breaking reaches my ears, the pain stops; what's left of my awake mind tells that my back has been broken and other bones. I force my eyes open to look at the sky as dawn breaks across the digital world. My breath comes in ragged gurgling short gasps, my ribs are broken. My lungs are punctured. Blood runs from my mouth with each breath.

"I'm sorry my mate and my cub" I say looking up at the sky, as my vision goes dim.

So this is what it's like to die I think.

Rage fills me, "It's not my time" I shout in my head as all goes black.

Chapter 1

In the real world:

Hypnos Command Complex, Colorado Springs U.S.A.

"Alert! Bio-emergence detected in eastern Washington state. Alert! Bio-emergence detected in eastern Washington state." Blared the alarms throughout the command room.

"Drake! Shut that damn alarm off! Or at least turn the volume down on it for pities sake!" Exclaimed the Chief.

The alarm soon goes silent.

"What's the matter chief? First you want it high so everyone in three counties can hear it, and then you want it low, make up my mind for me chief." Responded Drake.

"What's the matter? This is what's the matter, said the chief of operations pointing at his three piece suit with a long dark stain spreading down the front. It's six in the morning and I'm wearing half my cup of mocha is that's what's the matter! Now what do we have to start our usually un-eventful day with? Hopefully a virus type I'm tired of sitting at a desk and filling out reports." Said the chief.

"No such luck, it's just another rookie renamon data type. Oh, damn another we have to track down and explain the rules to, send that new kid Stevens to handle this one." Said the chief as he walks away.

"Hey, chief I don't think Stevens will be able to handle this one, there's something real weird about it." said Drake.

The chief walks back over and looks over Drakes shoulder.

"What's up?" He asks.

"Look at the power level's, this one first read as a rookie, now is showing to be a champion but now it's showing to be a rookie again. What's going on?" said Drake.

"Don't worry about it your new enough at command not to know that sometimes the power levels of a Digimon jump up and down until they stabilize after coming here to the real world; go head and send Stevens he'll do fine.( Pats Drake on the shoulder) I'll be in my office filling out reports if needed." Said the chief walking away.

"Sure thing chief." said Drake as he turned on the speaker phone and began dialing a number. The phone rings four times before an obviously sleepily voice answers.

"Stevens, do you know what time it is? " Stevens said groggily.

"Yeah it's 6:15 am and this is your wake up call, get packed and loaded up your heading to Spokane Washington. Information's being sent to your pad now." said Drake.

"Please tell me it's a virus type; and not the 'welcome to the neighborhood here's the rule book' grand tour." Whined Stevens.

"Not your lucky day, I'm afraid. Pack a couple extra rule books while you're at it, one for the tamer and Digimon and some for the tamers parents. Oh and don't forget to take a D-arc with you for the tamer just in case." Informed Drake.

"Just my fucking luck! Spend ten years in school, graduate top of the class for handling, control and containment of virus Digimon and what does it get me? A job as the welcome wagon and travel agent tour guide!" Complained Stevens just before Drake turns off the speaker phone shaking his head.

"Send a rookie to handle a rookie, I like that." said Drake talking to himself.

Miles away in a rundown house: a laptop computer screen comes to life.

"Warbler signal detected, ident confirmed:"Thackry, Daryl agent #15-2059" the computer voice said.

A hand reaches from the bed to the nightstand and picks up the reading glasses. Putting the glasses on the forty-ish man gets out of bed and walks over to the table where his laptop is sitting and grabs the stack of printouts off the table. Looking from screen to print outs and confirming the data he sets the printouts down and picks up the sat-phone and connects it to the laptop via a usb cable, that done he pulls up the only number in the sat-phones directory and dials it. Thirty seconds later the connection is made. The man watches as the light on the phone flashes from red then to green before speaking.

"I have a confirmed match on 'Agent Thackry' and gps location fix."

The voice from the speaker is distorted but clear enough to make out.

"Good, transfer the data and I will transfer your payment."

Pulling up his on-line banking page on the laptops web browser, the man checks the current balance. $150.00usd in the off shore account.

"Not so fast my impatient employer, we spoke of this when you came to me for the job. The agreement was when I call and say that I have the data, half of the payment was to be deposited on that account I gave you; I'm still waiting on the first half of the payment to show up." He said.

Nothing comes from the speaker for almost thirty seconds,

"ah, yes a slight oversight on my part; nothing to worry about transferring the sum now."

The man looks at the screen and waits half a minute before hitting the f5 key to refresh the page. After the page refreshes, A new balance of $20,150usd is shown.

"Good I see you're a man of your word, beginning transfer now." He says clicking the cursor on the send button on the screen.

"Transfer received and complete, transferring the rest of the payment now; goodbye our business is now complete enjoy your new found wealth." Said the voice from the sat-phone speaker as the line goes dead.

Waiting 30 seconds the man hits the f5 key refreshing the screen once again. The page takes longer than normal to refresh but when it does, the man is enraged by what he sees. On the screen the message appears (account closed, balanced $00.00) and a typed response below it.

"Foolish human never, ever trust a spy you create, can we say boom! Hahahahahaha."

"What the," is all he can get out as the house explodes around him.

Meanwhile, almost 1200 miles North West in Spokane Washington:

"Devon, Devon! Get up, schools in half an hour! You don't want to be late!"Bellows a woman's voice from upstairs.

"I'm up mom, been up all night, and by the way mom, it's Saturday there's no school today anyway." Replied Devon.

He heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He recognized them as his mom's. She was a middle age women, with mid-length strait black hair and brown eyes with a figure that almost made Devon think seriously of joining the 'MILF' club or try to. His friends were always claiming that they were jealous of him because he had her for a mom, but he always let it go, and just chalked it up to testosterone. Nevertheless, she was beautiful. Maybe if she wasn't his mom well... naahhh... Devon knew he still wouldn't try anything. Because he also knew, his mom was no pushover by any meaning of the word. She could easily put a full grown man in the hospital for attacking her and getting on her 'Shit list' as she called it, and Devon for one wanted no part of her shit list. She was wearing her waitress uniform as she stepped into the room.

"What do you mean you've been up all night?" Asks Devon's mother.

" Before you start mom, I've been repairing this p.o.s. of a computer once again, it crashed last night just before the Digimon battle dome match of the year and now I have to settle for the highlights of the game from cnn or some other news agent." said Devon.

"Devon, why did you spend all night repairing your computer again? And don't lie to me, I know it wasn't just over you missing the Battle Dome match." said his mother.

"If you really must know, I had a date last night with a friend from England via webcam and it crashed just when I hoped to find out when she's coming to America." said Devon as he turns on the power to the computer.

The sound of a hiss then a pop and then the smell of smoke fills the bedroom just before the lights go out. "Oh, Shit!" Exclaims Devon, as he dived for the power switch on the surge protector a little too late.

"Devon watch your mouth or I will wash it out with soap, now where's the flashlight?" Asks his Mother.

"Got it right here mom." Replied Devon as light filled the room.

"I'll get the breaker, mom" Continued Devon as he walked to the closet door, opened it and reached in past some clothes to find the circuit breaker box.

Seconds pass and there the sound of a click from the closet and the lights flicker back on. Devon walks back over to his desk and pulls the cover off the computer, looks in to see a mass of burned circuits and melted wires. Making the sign of the cross with his hand and then to a gun pantomimes shooting the computer.

"It's dead, There's no chance of resurrecting this one from the dead again." he says rather dismayed and sat down in the chair.

"Well maybe you can buy another from the place you bought that one." said his mother trying to comfort her son. Devon sighed in frustration.

"Mom, it took me three weeks of searching all over town to find a video card just to keep this one running a month ago, and now it's trash. The only way I'm ever going to have a computer that doesn't crash on a daily basis is to ether buy a newer one or build it!" said Devon beyond exasperated.

"Devon we have been over this before, I just can't afford to buy you a system every time you break the one you've got." she said firmly.

"Mother, you've promised me three years ago to buy a new computer for me, if I kept my grades up in school, which I've raised by a good ten points but you still have yet to make good on your promise! Said Devon angrily.

"Son, will talk about this when I get home from work today, unlike you I have to work on Saturday's." she said calmly.

"Yeah, that's what you always say, but never do because something else always comes up conveniently to change the topic of discussion!" he said ranting as he plopped down on his bed and picked up the latest Digimon magazine with a blue renamon on the cover.

"We will talk about it today like I said, I'll be home around four or five depending on how much business we get today," she said walking back up stairs.

Now she was beginning to get annoyed by her son's attitude. But she knew he was right and that irked her to no end. Either way, it was because she knew he was right that she couldn't get mad at him, annoyed sure, mad no.

He waited for a few minutes before going upstairs to the kitchen to get some breakfast.

"When is she going to understand that I can't keep repairing computers that are ten to fifteen years out of date and that I just can't get parts for anymore?" He thought to himself as he made himself a bowl of milk and cereal.

Walking into the living room, he turned on the TV to check on the scores of the game from last night and watches uninterested as he ate his breakfast. It wasn't long before Devon lost interest in the TV. He turned it off, then returned his bowl to the kitchen sink and poured water in it. After setting the security alarm, he then heads to the stairs and his room in the basement. Sleepy from being up all night he laid down in his bed to take a nap, throwing out the hunk of junk that was his computer could wait till later. Looking up at the bottom of the bunk overhead, he looked at the picture of his older brother wondering where he was and what he was doing. His brother Daryl was one of the last of the American teens to go to the digital world before Hypnos made it impossible for humans to go there some ten years ago, but he never returned from the digital world. Maybe that's why mom had a dislike for the digital world and the Digimon here in the real world and everything to do with them, because one of them took her eldest son from her.

"Boy mom would flip if she knew that my friend Ellen from England was a Digimon, maybe that's why I never told her." thought Devon.

Sleep finally takes the 17 year old as he dreams of the digital world.

"The dream:

"Wait a minute! This isn't my home," thinks Devon as intense heat from burning fires wash over him.

Looking around there are destroyed buildings and cottage-like homes some of them burning and adding to the heat. The place looks like a war zone, a large battle must have taken place here in the last hour or so by the looks of it.

"I better get out of here, and quickly." thinks Devon as he walks around fires and what looks like blast creators in the street.

In the distance the sound of a battle reaches his ears. "Uhh... Yeah I better go." he says to himself and starts walking and then running as the sounds of battle get closer.

Turning the corner he is confronted with a sight he never thought he would witness. Not a hundred yards away is a Greymon battling a Renamon. He watches transfixed as the Renamon dodges a nova blast after nova blast from the Greymon, she weaves around her opponent from building to street and to building again looking for an opening to launch an attack.

"Diamond storm!" She shouts launching her attack.

The Greymon counters with his firewall but still takes some damage as part of her attack got through.

"Oh man, She's quick." thinks Devon as he watches her setup her next attack.

A stark realization hits him..."oh no! she's repeating the same attack pattern, left, right then left again. If she keeps this up she's toast!" thought Devon.

As she launches her rapid kick attack at the greymon's lower jaw, time seems to slow down as he watches the Greymon duck under her attack and counters with his great horn attack. He catches her dead in the back with his horn sending her flying towards Devon. A scream of pain from her reaches Devon's ears just as the Greymon follows with another attack "nova Blast". The nova blast engulfs her body and slams her into the ground less than ten feet from Devon. The heat of his attack and concussion wave is so intense that Devon is knocked to the ground. Stunned by the blast, Devon can do nothing but watch as the Greymon closes in for the kill. The Greymon stops twenty feet away, and turns his head and looks down at Devon.

"Your kind are not wanted here anymore human, leave now or suffer her fate."Said Greymon. Devon stares on in shock, and then it hits him that the Greymon was speaking to him.

"Very well, you've had your chance to leave, now suffer! Nova Blast!" The Greymon shouts launching an attack against Devon.

"Oh shit!" Devon hollers and rolls right and gets his feet under him in time to dive toward a nearby blast crater.

The nova blast hits the ground behind him and the concussion wave propels Devon the rest of the way into the crater. Looking around Devon tries to get his bearings, but it was harder than it should have been, because his ears were ringing from the concussion wave.

"The renamon is laying five feet from him and the big ugly is behind him and coming on strong to finish the job and that building ten feet on the other side of her might give me a chance out of this" he thinks.

Then he spots something, sitting on the ground next to her. A D-arc! In a split second, his plains change. Scrambling out of the crater Devon dives for the D-arc and grabs it and then rolls into a crouch next to the renamon picking her up in one fluid motion is back on his feet and heading for the building ten feet away. Bright flash of light engulfs them both as the nova blast connects then a split second of pain before the world goes dark. The dream ends.

Back in his bed:

Fear, pain, shock and heavy breathing accompany Devon as he sits bolt upright in his bed; a cold sweat covers him from head to toe, his back aching and throbbing badly. As if he had slept all twisted, tossed and turned in his sleep violently. He also felt like he had a bad sunburn on is back, but he dismissed this, as his thought are consumed around the dream he just had.

"It was just a dream, no more like a nightmare." Thinks Devon.

" Well that settles it no more fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches or staying up all night for me anymore, if there're going to cause nightmares like that" he says out loud.

Just then, he realizes that there's a fading white light from the computer desk and turns his head in time to see the monitor go dark.

"Now that's weird, I thought I turned the monitor off." mumbled Devon to himself.

Looking at the monitor he see that in fact that it is off. At that moment Devon feels a warm pressure against his lower back, it's then he realizes that he's not alone in bed anymore.

"Whoa! What the Fuck!" He says diving out of bed.

The sound of something hitting the floor besides his feet draws his attention away from the bed. "No, it can't be,-" thought Devon.

The D-arc from his dream is laying there at his feet.

"But it was just a dream, wasn't it?" he asked as he reached down to pick it up his attention returns to the bed.

The broken and blackened form of the Digimon is laying there, looking at her he sees that her fur is singed in some spots and completely burnt away in others, maybe a broken bone or two. The D-arc drops from his hand as he realizes the extent of her injuries and He runs upstairs to the hallway closet for the first aid kit and grabs some towels also as a second thought and runs back down stairs. Once there his first aide training takes over, the first step is to clean her wounds with the hydrogen peroxide, then to dress and then to bandage the wounds and wait.

Devon Thinking: "Glad I took that first aide course at camp last year."

After tending to the renamon's wounds the forgotten D-arc on the floor draws his attention, picking it up he walks over to the computer desk and sits down. Turning on the desk lamp he turns the D-arc over and over in his hands examining it.

"Boy this thing is old, ten years or older by the look of it and pretty banged up." He thought to himself. Then a sudden realization hits him then; I'm her partner and she's my Renamon!

"Ahh man what the hell am I going to tell mom! I can't very well hide her, she's too big for that. And she sure as hell not a lost puppy." He says out loud.

On the D-arc he notices that it has a mini usb port,

"Hey I can hook this thing up to my computer and get check out how this thing works." He concluded thinking to himself.

Then he remembers that his computer is beyond resurrection this time.

A soft moan comes from the bed drawing him out of his souring mood. Rushing over to the bed he finds that she has moved a little, but still out cold. He tongue was lolling out one side of her mouth. Tentatively he reaches out to place her tongue back in her mouth and finding it dry as sandpaper but warm, possibly to warm almost feverish. Walking to his bathroom he fills the cup by the sink with cold water and returns to his partner. Sitting on the edge of the bed he grabs one of the towels and places it under her jaw to catch any water that may dribble out. Slowly he drips water onto her tongue and into her mouth. Her tongue on reflex laps at the water and moves around the inside of her mouth wetting the dry tissues. Minutes pass as he drips water into her mouth and she reflexively swallows until the water is gone. Earlier he had been so intent on taking care of her wounds he had not paid much attention to her form until now. With or without fur her body was shaped in almost the hourglass figure of some fashion model, her top most set of breasts had to be at least a large c-cup if not a small d-cup in size, and they had rings in the nipples. The next set there was no doubt about their size a solid c-cup, the next had to be a b-cup and they were the smallest ones. Her midriff tapered slightly to her waist which blossomed to her hips, her sex was covered by long thick fur adding to the air of sensuality of her race, his eyes trailed down to her well muscled thighs and long slender yet powerful legs. Here in the real world every child since the Digimon had arrived dreamed of being lucky enough to have just such a Digimon as a renamon as their partner. And it was no wonder why; Renamon were aloof by nature yet very visually appealing to most humans, highly intelligent and apt learners and loyal to death. Looking down at the sleeping renamon;

"I'm either one very lucky guy or a dead man when mother gets home" thinks Devon.

As he starts to get up from the bed she rolls onto her side and her left gauntleted paw drops into his lap and grips his member through his pants, a soft moan comes from her mouth and then she speaks in a whisper.

"Mate, you found me, my family is safe." Sighs and falls back asleep.

Careful not to wake her Devon moves her hand out of his lap; his penis throbbing from her soft but firm grip. Devon then gets up and heads back to the desk to resume his examination of the D-arc. Two buttons on the front below the circular screen unmarked as too there function, besides the card slot on the top and the mini usb port, no battery or power connection. Looking over at the bed,

"Damn she looks sexy laying like that." Thinks Devon

I wonder he says pointing the D-arc at the sleeping renamon and pushes the left button on its face. A hologram appears above the circular screen, readouts show name:

Renamon.

Type: data.

Attacks: Diamond storm, rapid kick.

Level: rookie.

Status: health 60%.

Power: 40%

As Devon reads the holo-display the health monitor drops to 58% then to 54% and dropping. Realizing that he missed something Devon rushes over to the bed; setting the d-arc down to where he can keep an eye on the holo-display he begins to examine her more closely. Carefully he runs his fingers though her fur looking for anything he could have missed. As he moves to her back, her fur is wet and thick with slightly crusted dried mats. Searching farther into the thicker fur that runs down her spine the fur is soaked. Pulling his hands away he finds them covered in blood. Horrified he rolls her over onto her stomach. Looking at her back he finds midway down the broken off tip of the greymon's horn lodged between her ribs and the source of the blood. Placing his left hand between her spine and the horn, and grasping the horn with his right, he pulls on the horn experimentally hoping it will come out without a fight. No such luck it was wedged in tight, resetting his grip he pulls again with more force it still refuses to budge. Looking up at the holo-display the health reads 30% then drops again to 25%.

Resetting his grip on the horn his forearm muscles bulge and pulls

"YOUR NOT, the horn moves an inch DYING YET!" He shouts as the horn comes free in his hand.

Devon watches as the horn in his hand changes into one of the fabled blue cards, as the health meter drops to 15%. Grabbing the D-arc Devon swipes the card through the slot, and reads what is on the screen "Recharge Activate!" He shouts.

White light erupts from the screen of the D-arc filling the room. On the bed renamon's eyes fly open, power unlike any she has ever felt before courses through her. Broken bones and other injuries heal as the Digivolution process begins.

"Impossible, I can't I'm not that strong! Oh my I can," says Renamon as a smile forms on her lips.

" Renamon warp digivolve to Taomon" she shouts!

Devon dives back as the renamon shouts, there's a bright flash of light and then as it fades away Taomon is standing before him her head almost touching the ceiling.

Looking around Taomon examines the room, scattered computer parts lay around the room, clothes and various other items, her gaze stops at the human.

"Where am I?" she asks.

"You're in the real world, more to the point Spokane Washington, "Devon replies.

"But how? The last thing I remember is fighting a greymon in the village and losing." she replies.

"I know, I was there, I saw the whole thing between you and the greymon. I grabbed this D-arc and you off the ground and ran, there was a flash of light and a lot of pain and then we were here, back in my bed. At first I thought it was only a nightmare but then I found the D-arc and you in my bed." Said Devon.

Taomon thinks a moment before speaking again.

"Then I am in your debt, you saved my life. Now tell me how I can return to the digital world?" she said.

Devon sits down in his computer chair before responding.

"Truth is I don't know, since Hypnos closed the gateway over ten years ago not one human has been able to reach the digital world until now. And don't ask me how I did it because I don't know that either unfortunately." Sounding more than a little bummed out.

"Then I'm stuck here and my mate and cub are there in the digital world." Taomon sits down on the floor, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

"If I hadn't left the village, if I had stayed home I would have been there for them, there's no chance they escaped. The greymon attacked without warning!" she sobs and returns to her renamon form.

Devon gets up and walks over to sit down next to her. Wrapping his arms around her, he holds her; neither saying anything for the better part of an hour before she speaks again.

" What's your name? "She asked almost a whisper.

"I'm Devon Thackry, Renamon it's a pleasure to meet you." Replied Devon.

"Renamon is a sub-race of digimon; my name is Kithira or just Kit for short." Corrected Kithira politely.

"For what it's worth Kit; I know the pain of losing a loved one also, my father died after I was born, and my older brother, well he disappeared into the digital world over ten years ago when I was seven." Informed Devon trying to comfort Kit.

Kit pulls away and stands up, then turns to face Devon.

"The D-arc, may I see it?" She asks.

Standing, Devon picks up the D-arc off the bed.

"Sure here." Says Devon as he handed the D-arc to her.

Devon watches as she turns it over in her hands examining it as if looking of something. She stops and rubs on a spot with her finger, some dirt falls away and then her whole body shudders, she hands the D-arc back to him.

"Where did you say that you found the d-arc again?" She asks, her emotional pain audible in her voice.

"In the digital world between the blast crater I was in and where you landed, why?" He asked with concern.

"There's really no point for me to return to the digital world now, the d-arc was my mates. He would die before giving it up; or at least that's what he told me to many times to count. My mate is dead and more than likely so is my cub with him." Said Kithira as the pain of loss threaten to overwhelm her.

But she refuses to allow her grief to take her.

"Hey you don't know that for sure; just because the gateway is closed between the worlds for humans to go through doesn't mean that we can't get a message to the digital world." He said trying to reassure her.

"It wouldn't matter you're my partner now according to the d-arc; if you don't believe me point the d-arc at yourself and press the scan button." she said sobbing quietly but slowly getting control of herself as anger at the Greymon overtakes her grief.

Kithira's mood darkens but she hides it from Devon as she knows what has happened is not his fault.

Doing as she instructed Devon points the d-arc at himself and hits the scan button. The holo-display lights up and reads.

Bio-signature match: human partner to Renamon Kithira.

Health: 100%

"Ok, so I'm your partner in the real world, but this still doesn't prove that your mate has died." said Devon clipping the D-arc to his belt loop.

"Yes it does or at least it does with that d-arc, unlike other d-arc's that one has been modified to accept a new human partner only when the other has died, one digimon = one d-arc." she said her voice betraying her dark mood.

"Oh, I didn't know; I'm sorry for your loss." Looking at the clock seeing that it was 12:30 in the afternoon he looks back at Kit.

"Well I'm hungry can I get you something to eat or drink?" He asked.

"Yes, a drink called Earl Grey tea if you have it, if not water will do fine." she relied.

"I'll be back down in a few minutes then, look around if you want." said Devon heading out the door.

"He's a good boy, kind and caring and full of courage, but he's got a lot to learn about digimon. But how did he cause me to warp digivolve to my ultimate form? And that power surge that the d-arc gave me. Too many questions and not enough answers." She said thinking to herself.

She looked at the mess in the room, and Kit shakes her head.

"Has to be a human trait." she says out loud.

" Pictures on the walls of various humans in weird clothes, painted faces and holding some sort of weapons with strings, their faces contorted in screams of rage. "Human warriors of some sort." Kit thinks to herself.

Looking over the smaller pictures she see one of Devon much smaller and with a human female holding him,

"His mother?" Kit thinks.

As she looks on one picture stands out from the others; it shows Devon on the left his mother in the middle and her mate on the right! Pulling the picture off the wall she looks at it closely. Tears well up in her eyes as the realization hits her.

"It's Daryl alright. That means this was his family, the den in which he was raised, my mates family that I never meet before the gateway was closed." thinking Kit as she runs a furred finger over Daryl's face on the picture.

"Daryl my mate, I'm so sorry I wasn't there to protect you and our daughter." Kit says out loud hugging the picture to her chest. Her grief overwhelms her and this time she can't stop the tears.

Meanwhile upstairs in the kitchen: Devon places the water for tea on the burner to boil, and while that's going pulls out the bread and peanut butter and makes some sandwiches.

"How am I going to tell mom about Kit, let alone that I'm her human partner? Ah hell, mom's going to freak, there's no getting around that. Well she's going to have to accept it, I'm Kit's partner now and that's that." Said Devon thinking to himself, as the teapot starts whistling and Devon takes the pot off the stove, pours some of the water into a cup setting on a serving tray along with the peanut butter sandwiches ;his coke and the tea bags. Picking up the tray he heads back down stairs.

"I'm back with tea and sandwiches." He announces entering the room.

Kit turns to face him tears staining the fur on her checks, the picture frame held to her chest. Extending the picture to Devon, Kit points at the picture.

"This was my mate, who is he to you and female human?"She asks.

Devon looked at the picture.

"That's my older brother Daryl and mother and me taken just before he went to the digital world. Wait a minute! My brother was your mate! That, that means my, my, brother is dead! Daryl NO!!"

He stammers out, the serving tray slipping from his fingers.

Kit grabs the tray before it tilts to far spilling the tea and sandwiches on the floor, and sets it down in time to catch Devon as he collapses. Wrapping her arms around him she supports his weight and lowers him to the floor, his head nestled between her top breasts his shuddering sobs of grief and tears soaking her fur. Devon's arms wrap around her midriff afraid to let her go.

Here ends chapter 1